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She's my baby. She is a Raygun |
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Kissing my spaceship. Kill me for fun fun |
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She is my sunshine. My only sunshine |
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Painting my bluesky. Yellow with jaundice. |
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She's temp, she's temp |
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She got a special place for you |
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She's temp, She's temp |
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Underneath her favorite pair of shoes |
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Suicides are fed, modern love rises like bread |
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Playing catch with living skulls |
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Hurry up, somebody's dead, we're still alive |
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She my baby, she got the big gulp |
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Devour my soul food over and over |
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Trouble breathing, my world is strangling |
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Lovely gorilla, she strictly hands on |
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She's temp, She's temp |
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She's into nucleo and nucliete |
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She's temp, She's temp |
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She makes me feel like I'm hovering |
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580 meters over Hiroshima |
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Just a piece of sun |
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On your skin I burn a home |
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Lying lotion soothes the pain |
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Peel me off before I fall |
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She's to blame, she seems a bit insane |
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She likes it when it rains all day long |
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Happiness is knockin', but she cries |
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Then turning out the light she runs at night |